Jennifer: (She grabs Nina’s arm, who shrugs her off.) Don’t, Nina. Let’s go. (Nina moves closer to Edgardo and swings again. This time he blocks the punch, spins her around and boots her in the ass.)

Edgardo: Now take off. Next time I won’t be such a gentlemen. (Jennifer tries to pull her away, but Nina yanks free and lunges toward Edgardo. She picks up a butter knife from the table and tries to stab him. He moves aside and she hits Reggie, who yells loudly.)

Reggie: Ow! My arm! She stabbed me. Yow. That hurts.

Jennifer: Let’s get out of here! (The girls run off. Reggie is moaning and holding

his arm.)

Edgardo: Should I chase them?

Greg: What for? To make a citizen’s arrest for assault? Let’s help Reggie. (Edgardo and Greg inspect the injury.)

Edgardo: It didn’t even break the skin. She was right to call you a sissy.

Reggie: Well it hurts. And I didn’t even do anything. It’s all your fault.

Edgardo: All I did was say hello How was I to know they’d be vicious, fighting

dykes?

Greg: Maybe if you didn’t call them offensive names nothing would have

happened.

Edgardo: That nasty little bitch started it.

Reggie: And I got hurt…. I don’t think I have to go to the emergency room, but

I’ll probably miss the next game.

Edgardo: Don’t use this as an excuse. You’ll be alright by then.

Reggie: Maybe. But promise me no more confrontations when we go out. This

could have become a nightmare.

Greg: Yeah. What if she really cut Reggie?

Edgardo: I get it. Don’t worry. I’ll be cool.

Reggie: I hope so. We were lucky today. Another time things could spin out of control and someone might get killed. It’s happening all over these days.

Greg: Yeah. People are getting shot for just looking at someone. And it’s not as

if they’re giving them the evil eye, or something. It’s just sick violence.

Edgardo: Alright. I get the message. That’s enough. Let’s call it a day. (Exit.)